Broken: The Lesbian Friendzone
Then at night when it’s quiet and everything’s black,
Her thoughts will often reveal,
What she says and does throughout the warm day,
Doesn’t explain the way that she feels,
About the love that she wants, the care and caress,
The desire to be a best friend,
She leaves scars on her tongue from what’s never said,
She keeps calm and smiles instead,
And she calls bull#### on friend zone, it doesn’t exist,
She doesn’t know the words she should say,
To the girls in her life that she thinks are the ones,
She does not want to be a cliché,
So she drifts off to sleep to her nightmare each night,
Her one where she thinks she’s insane,
Where she talks with anxiety alone with her fear,
Of her unemotional emotional pain.
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